A young Napoleon visited a fortune teller. She read his palm and frowned.
"You're clever. You're Bold. But you'll never be great — you lack the line of destiny."
He drew his knife & carved a line across his palm, blood dripping on the table.
"Then I shall make my own."
You must believe you are special - then go so hard, for so long, with such violent refusal to accept any other ending, that reality itself starts running out of ways to tell you no. Wage a daily war against the ordinary outcome until the belief you invented from nothing, alone in a room, has been hammered into the world so many times that it stops being a claim and becomes reality.
Photographer Shaaz Jung captured a rare and enchanting moment: An elephant, deep within the mist-shrouded forest, stood in quiet communion with a tiny bird perched on his tusk.